Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song M.I.S.S. I, artist - Case. Date of issue: 31.12.1999
Song language: English
M.I.S.S. I |
| Word up, this shit gon’be ill |
| (Uh-huh, uh-huh.) raw like sushi |
| Love paper like Ricky love Lucy |
| Pop collars, L got heat |
| Fifteen years, I’m thorough on the street |
| Flood the rap game with product |
| That bullshit video, I don’t know why you shot it The biggest L of them all, «Hollis to Hollywood» |
| and I still play the wall, y’all’s get the balls |
| motherfucker, Duke fold like singles |
| Bass from my joint make your clitoris tingle |
| That’s my word scrams, stupid ass in the club |
| You buy a bitch a drink, now you fallin in love |
| I gave y’all the love game you thought I was soft |
| Now you whinin like a bitch over some broad you lost |
| Playboy bunny got you feelin all crummy |
| Y’all niggaz want the honey all we want is the money |
| M.I. |
| crooked letter, crooked letter |
| I, nigga want to hump-that I I had a bad shooby-doobie for ya Down in Georgetown fuckin with the Hoyas |
| Lookin for a darkskin chocolate chick |
| Bowlegged with a perm and the ass was thick |
| Blacker the berry — well you know the rest |
| She got the most rhythm, she ride the best |
| Talkin midnight black, nappy hair with peas in the back |
| Scratch my pipe up everytime I hit that (oow) |
| She don’t look Hawaiian, she not Puerto Rican |
| No disrespect mami, but tonight L creepin |
| with the darkest honey I could find |
| Can’t hit a light-skinned dime all the time |
| Get your black ass over here, you out your mind? |
| I’ll turn Halle Berry down for you anytime |
| Black queen, dark and lovely, sippin on my bubbly |
| First you got to love yourself, then you can love me |
| M.I. |
| crooked letter, crooked letter |
| I, nigga want to hump-that I I still love you light skin, I’ll pimp y’all too |
| When I cruise through your hood girl, whatcha gon’do? |
| I heard only pretty boys get to run wit you |
| Topless in my six now, is that really true? |
| Baby look at you, your whole yellow crew |
| Cute baby face but look at what you bout to do? |
| «Si'l vous plais ma cherie, merci beaucoup» |
| When my joint up in her mouth, she like, «You speak Frenchtoo?» |
| M.I. |
| crooked letter, crooked letter |
| I, nigga want to hump-that I |